Sunday

This just feels like Sunday, through and through. It's gorgeous out, once again, and surprisingly quiet despite the hoardes of parents and pre-froshes milling about for open house (not to mention the stereos playing out windows). Yeah, I guess it's not quiet at all, but it feels like it for me. It also feels like a Sunday because I feel really hungover, which sucks because I haven't drank anything since last weekend so I have no excuse for this headache and weird nausea. Not that I'm hungover on Sundays much, but you know what I mean. I also can't find my chapstick, which is quite frustrating.

But otherwise, all is well. I think it's humorous that I'm really excited to talk to my parents, since they've been on vacation and cell-phone free for the past week and I want to know how it went. I already know that its freakish how close I am to my parents, but whatever. I know that I'm going to be the one in the future who keeps the closest eye over them while they get older - my dad takes care of his mother the way I'll end up taking care of my parents. It's not because my siblings care less than I do, but it's part of being the youngest - you get to know your parents in a different way, so that you're most accustomed to living and dealing with them. I might have written this before, but I think that my siblings and I are distinct fractions of our parents in terms of our personalities. My sister is half my dad, half my mom; my brother is 3/4 my mom, 1/4 my dad; I'm 3/4 my dad, 1/4 my mom. The good part about that is that our parents seem to like one another decently enough, so those halves and quarters mix pretty well among the family. I guess issues would come when the genes got more mixed up and didnt end up being so compatible.

Hm. I got hit with that restless thing yesterday, even though I hadn't been thinking about it for a while. It has something to do with traveling, since I was doing that yesterday, but I was surprised that I still felt it when I wasn't travelling alone. I was riding the shuttle back to school from Boston last night with Gina when I realized that I wasn't travelling alone - it was a strange feeling, good of course but not as much of a relief as I thought it'd be. I still feel that alienation factor that I can't seem to kick, but it's starting to scare me less. I'm accepting it more, I guess, and I don't mean that in a mopey sad way. It feels more like me lately.

I am worried, however, that my imagination seems to be dwindling. Lately I'm either focused on homework or procrastination, and I feel like I'm running out of fresh ideas. Hopefully that's just the end-of-school bug, since all I really want to do is go to the beach or jump in a pool or something. I also can't sleep much anymore, which is surely contributing to my sober hangover at the moment. Oh well, it'll come back eventually, just bear with me for a little.